The pistol Chen Rou used was a Desert Eagle, a favorite among pirates.
Its lethality lay not in its firing speed or bullet caliber, but in the sheer shockwave generated by its massive recoil.
When it struck a target, only one word could describe the result: pulverized!
She had blasted both of Brother Hu's hands, shattering them with two rounds that pulverized his fingers and sent flesh and bone fragments flying.
Immediately afterward, she smashed the butt of her gun against his mouth, shattering a mouthful of his teeth. By this time, having exerted herself so fiercely, she was somewhat spent and needed to catch her breath. Brother Hu's desperate survival instinct had also reached its peak; with his feet still bound and his hands paralyzed and numb with pain, he relied on pure instinct and brute force to arch his waist, driving his bald head straight toward Chen Rou.
Though tall, Chen Rou had a slender frame and weighed less than a hundred jin. Brother Hu, on the other hand, was a hulking brute weighing a full two hundred jin. His thrust directly lifted Chen Rou off the ground.
Chapter 17